Yesterday afternoon in the studio I began to be aware if alarming noises outside, a heavy rumble and some repeating strange, rising note unpleasantly reminiscent of bombardment.
Turned out to be one or more massive sewer trucks down on the corner doing something until dusk.
I figure if ithe noise is bad for me, it’s way worse for the people who have to do the work day in and out.

I put underpainting on (counts) 25 pirate hats, kerchiefs, or other headgear today. And black-primed (counts) 27 swords and long daggers.
Some of them were dual wielders and some of them were bareheaded. That was a lot of pirates.

My studio time keeps being eaten into by the learning curve of filming what I’m doing. agh.
OTOH, I did some work on a Marid and started a sapphire dragon-related project.
And this morning I uploaded some new art to my Threadless and CafePress shops, so yay.

I hope people have had a pleasant holiday weekend.
My family name is Irish (though my father was beyond adamant that we were English. Okay, whatever.). I wore black all day and had quesadillas for dinner. Kid #1 clumb a tree and drew bark and Kid #2 ran a loud and friendly D&D game for high school buddies. PingosHusband stayed upstairs writing and I stayed downstairs studioing.

Well, yeah. OTOH, when we read the book (which we did for every book before we handed it to our kids) there was a whole plateful of Nnnnnooooooope and that one went on the “Collectible Do Not Read” shelf along with “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” and the first printing of “Little Black Sambo” a well-intentioned relative gave us.